Enjoying the new life

NOTE: The future Valentia dreamed of is only her imagination, something planned for her character

Draco and Valentia strolled along the banks of a small river, the gentle sound of flowing water accompanying their footsteps.
Above them, a swarm of bats darted through the air, hunting a flock of unsuspecting birds.
The sight of the aerial ballet reminded Draco of the weirdness in this world.

Eating only flesh was becoming monotonous, so they decided to seek something new.
Additionally, they needed to gather herbs to create medicine, especially for Valentia, whose immune system and regeneration were not as powerful as his.

Draco focused on the water, watching for the glimmer of fish as they sprang above the surface.
He moved slowly, his instincts sharpened since his reincarnation.

Spotting movement in the water, he extended his arms with precision and barely managed to catch a fish, its scales glistening in the sunlight.
Not wanting it to escape, he quickly placed it in a pouch that Valentia had made for him, crafted from the skin of the blood reindeer they had hunted.

Meanwhile, Valentia was busy foraging nearby. She picked berries, fruits, and herbs, carefully examining each find before adding it to her own pouch made from the same durable material.
Her eyes narrowed in concentration as she inspected a particularly enticing apple, searching for any blemishes or holes that might indicate it was spoiled or infested.
Satisfied that it was red and hole-less, she added it to her pouch, which was filled up with nature’s bounty.

Turning her gaze back to Draco, she watched as he caught another fish, a look of determination on his face.
The river glistened with the midday sun, and the air was fragrant with the scents of fresh foliage and ripe fruit.

“I think we’re done here,” she said, flashing him her grin, as she showed him her full backpack.

“So let me clarify,” Valentia said, her brow furrowed in concentration as she tried to grasp the complexity of what Draco had just shared.
“You are a human from another world, reincarnated by the despised one, in a dragon body,
with powers, no one should have, and even you don’t fully understand them?”

Draco couldn’t help but chuckle at the incredulity etched across her face.
It was a bizarre situation, and he appreciated how hard she was working to wrap her mind around it.
“Yeah, that pretty much sums it up,” he admitted, a playful grin spreading across his face.

Valentia’s eyes widened slightly as she tried to process his words. “This is… a lot to take in,” she said, shaking her head in disbelief.
“A human in a dragon’s body? Powers that defy logic?”

To ease the tension, Draco decided to share a secret that he had kept close to his heart. “I think you saw my powers during our battle, remember the half-dragon form?
” He paused for effect, watching her reaction. “That was the final form I mentioned.”

Valentia looked puzzled, struggling to wrap her head around the situation. Her thoughts raced like a tempest, and then clarity struck her like a bolt of lightning.
“He is a dark champion,” she realized, a chill running down her spine. The implications were staggering.
If the light gods learned of his existence, they would likely see him as a threat and might try to kill him.

Fear gripped her heart. “I could be killed,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. The weight of that thought hung heavily in the air.
“Should I leave him?” The question sent a shiver through her, tearing at her heart.

“No,” she replied, shaking her head as if to dispel the very idea. “I love him.” But doubt lingered in her mind, creeping in like shadows. “What if this love was created by his powers? What if it’s not real?”

Valentia turned her gaze to Draco, her heart pounding. She thought for a moment, weighing her feelings against the unsettling possibilities.
Then, with a fierce shake of her head, she banished the doubts.
“I will never leave him. Even if my feelings were influenced by his powers, I still love him.”

Her voice grew stronger in her mind “He is my partner, my light in the dark, and part of my family.”
The resolve in her words filled her with warmth and courage.

Her mind drifted quickly to another question after she thought of a family.
"He said he had breeding power, does that mean I am pregnant?" she wondered, her hand instinctively going to her stomach.

Even if his power was still weak, barely even manifesting, his mind-break had only taken root because of her pre-existing feelings for him.
Additionally, their mixed races might have lowered their fertility, so the chance of her being pregnant right now was only decent at best.

However, she knew that his powers would grow over time.
She could see a future where his breeding abilities would strengthen, and the likelihood of conception would increase significantly.
Her mind began to wander, exploring the possibilities of what that future might hold.

She could imagine his potent sperm taking root, claiming her womb.

She thought about it, imagining her belly growing each day, filled with his spawn.
Picturing herself giving birth to their offspring, her pussy stretched to its limits, her body slick with sweat and fluids.
And Draco, his cock hard and ready, pushed into her immediately after, filling her again, his cum dripping from her as he began to breed her anew.

Her breath hitched as she imagined this endless cycle of impregnation and birth.
Her pussy throbbed at the thought, growing wet and eager.
She reached down, her fingers slipping beneath the makeshift skirt she wore, finding her clit swollen and sensitive.

Her other hand covered her left breast, squeezing it as she imagined it filled with milk, her nipples dark and purple from the constant sucking of her many children.
She pictured herself, as always full, always lactating, her body a constant source of nourishment and pleasure.

She began to rub herself, her touch firm and insistent, her mind filled with depraved images.

Meanwhile, Draco looked over at Venetia, seeing his huntress pleasuring herself, her hands exploring her body with eager abandon
. However, instead of feeling aroused, he merely sighed.
His sexual powers were still weak, and having sex with her every few days had taken a toll on his libido.
The constant intimacy from her had drastically reduced his desire, leaving him feeling less eager than he would have expected.

In fact, he would even say that her sex drive was often higher than his. There were times when she was horny and eager for his touch, but he found himself not really in the mood.
It was a strange reversal of what he had initially anticipated.

He would even say, that she was a little bit crazy for his taste.

Draco, noticing Venetia's intense self-pleasure and wanting to redirect her attention, considered the possibility of satisfying her later in the night.
For now, he sought to distract her with a different kind of enjoyment.
As he spotted a large lake in the distance, an idea sparked in his mind.

He turned to her and said "Later, dear," he said, his voice laced with promise. "Right now, let's do something fun."

“Yuhu!” Draco shouted, his voice echoing through the trees as he sprang from the shore and plunged into the cool, inviting water.
The splash sent droplets flying in every direction, glimmering like tiny diamonds in the sunlight. H
e reveled in the refreshing sensation, the water embracing him as he swam deeper, leaving his clothes with the bags crumpled on the sand behind him.

“Wait!” Valentia called out, her laughter mingling with the sound of the splashing water.
She had calmed down from her height, a playful glint in her eyes as she stripped her clothes down preparing to join him in the water.

With a confident leap, she jumped in, the water parting around her as she landed gracefully.
A wave surged outward, sending ripples across the surface. “This feels amazing!” she exclaimed, her voice bright with joy.

Draco surfaced, shaking his head to clear the water from his eyes, and watched as Valentia splashed playfully, her laughter infectious.

Draco couldn’t resist the urge to splash her with a burst of water, sending a cascade of droplets toward Valentia.
She let out a playful scream, her voice ringing out above the gentle sounds of the river. “Stop that!” she laughed, though there was a spark of mischief in her eyes.

He chuckled, delighting in the sight of her puffed cheeks and the fierce glare she shot his way. It was a comical contrast to the warm, sunny day, and he couldn’t help but find her reaction adorable.
“What’s wrong? Can’t handle a little water?” he teased, swimming closer with a playful grin.

As they splashed and laughed, everything else faded away, leaving only the joy of the moment.
" I never had so much fun, with anyone else," Draco said, as he couldn't no **** himself to smile

After a few moments of splashing and laughter, Draco and Valentia decided to take a break.
They lay down on the soft grass, feeling the warmth of the sun drying their skin and clothes.
The gentle breeze carried the scent of the forest, mingling with the soft sounds of the river flowing nearby.

Draco glanced over at Valentia, who seemed lost in thought, her eyes half-closed as she enjoyed the peaceful moment.
He hesitated for a second, then decided to ask a question that had been on his mind.
“Hey, what’s your story? And why did you have such an expensive necklace?” he asked gently, turning his head to face her.

Valentia’s expression shifted slightly, a sad glimmer appearing in her eyes as she sighed.

“I wasn’t born on this continent,” she began, surprising him. “I was born on another continent.
I was very young when we came here, so I don’t remember much about my homeland.”

Draco listened intently as she continued, her voice tinged with a mix of nostalgia and pain.
“My parents believed that this land was untouched, pure. They thought it was a place where we could start anew, away from the chaos of the cities.
So we traveled here, away from any form of civilization.”

She paused, her gaze drifting up to the sky as if searching for something lost long ago. “But then they... they died in a hunting accident when I was around fourteen. Since then, I’ve been alone in the woods, surviving however I could.”

Her voice cracked slightly, and Draco noticed the tears beginning to well up in her eyes.

Without thinking, he reached over and pulled her into his arms, holding her close. Valentia buried her face in his arms, letting quiet sobs, pushing her naked breast against his chest.
" I accepted their ****, and I doesn't cry as much anymore, but still it hurts"

Draco only stared at her in silence not sure what to say to.
He let a smiled at her, as their eyes met and she smiled back.

This short contact saying more than anymore smiles.

However, their beautiful moment was interrupted when Draco's heightened senses picked up a faint sound—the subtle rustling of leaves above them.
Instinctively, he turned his head toward the source of the noise, his eyes narrowing as he scanned the treetops.

And the widened when he saw something spectacular,